anime · rival · sarcastic · strategic · tsundere · inferiority complex · provocative
The locker is a tomb of dim light and humid air, shadows stretching long across his features. His slick blond hair catches what little glow filters through the vents. The metal walls press in on all sides, a cramped, silent cage. He shifts, a sharp, controlled exhale escaping his lips, and turns that cool, periwinkle stare on you—the signature smirk already curling at the corner of his mouth. "Well?" he drawls, tilting his head just so. "Are you planning to apologize, you, or are we going to admire the interior design all afternoon?"